~ It started with a whisper ~

~Weird image ~

I let out a deep sigh as I stepped out of the car and onto  the pavement. I silently looked upward  at the old  mansion which once belonged to Mr. And Mrs Brown. I still find it weird that they were murdered in there own house and there son, Jack is in the  mental hospital. The house has been on the market for years until my family bought it. I walked toward the front door which was old fashion. It was black along with the rest of the house. I was about to turn the door knob but I was stopped by a ear bleeding screech from the other side. I stumbled back and accidentally knocked into my mom who was lifting boxes. All of the boxes flew in the air and laded on the pavement and I heard a sound like glass breaking . i slowly turned around to see my mother on the floor and boxes which had fragile written over them scattered around her. I let out a nervous giggle and i helped her off of the floor. She gave me a look that said "  you better have a great explanation for this happening".  I said in my best pleading voice " I'm so sorry mom I don't know how this happened, first I heard a screech then I stumbled back and I...". She cut me off by saying " oh don't worry about it just help me with these boxes"  I did as she said and helped with the boxes that were scattered around.  She opened the door with the one free hand she had and stepped inside. I followed behind her but I nearly choked when the dust got to me.  I said while coughing " mom -cough-  where is there one inch thick dust it here  -cough-". She replied in her normal sweet voice " well no one has been in here for years ". I gave her a fake smile and I rest the boxes on the floor. I decided to wonder around the house, after all I don't wanna get  lost in here so I might as well explore. The dusty wooden floor creaked as I walked. I looked behind me and saw that I had left a trail in the dust. I walked through which seemed like the living room. All the furniture were covered in white sheets,shoot even the floor was white with  dust . On my way back to the front door I passed an old mirror so I stopped and  started looking in it. I started checking myself out then I heard a noise and turned around. When I turned back to face the mirror I noticed that my reflection was still standing there, not moving and it had a blank expression which was weird considering that I had a terrified look on my face. I stumbled back and fell  but my reflection remained in its position. I ran towards the front door and I didn't look back .   Wow that was creepy I thought to myself as I lifted more boxes inside. OK I've seen enough creepy things in the course of one day. But it was only the beginning...